[Right. Merlin's got jokes. Wrathion chooses not to point out that he would not allow just any mortal on his back.
But then he looks down at that starry eyed stare again, and the line of his shoulders relaxes a hair.]
How many other dragons have you met, exactly?
[He thinks of Anduin, briefly, and of some of Azeroth's great champions that had come to him for aid. He supposes it is not that difficult to imagine another dragon befriending a mortal in earnest.]
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But then he looks down at that starry eyed stare again, and the line of his shoulders relaxes a hair.]
How many other dragons have you met, exactly?
[He thinks of Anduin, briefly, and of some of Azeroth's great champions that had come to him for aid. He supposes it is not that difficult to imagine another dragon befriending a mortal in earnest.]